It seemed to me that I could not bear it, if the hour came, and I should have to drive away with all that merry party, and leave poor Mr.Langenau for a long, long day alone.
I felt sure something would occur to release me: it could not be that I should have to go.

With the exaggeration of youth, it seemed to me an impossibility that I could endure anything so grievous.

How I hated all the careless, thoughtless, happy household! Only Richard, enemy as he was to my happiness, seemed endurable to me.

For Richard was not merry-making in his heart, and I was sure he was sorry for me all the time he was trying to oppose me.
Mr.Langenau was again in the Doctor's care, who came that evening, and who said to Richard, in my hearing, he must be kept quiet; he didn't altogether like his symptoms.
Richard had his hands full, with great matters and small.

Sophie had washed hers of the invalid; there had been some sharpish words between the sister and brother on the matter, I imagine, and the result was, Richard was the only one who did or would do anything for his comfort and safety.
That day, after appearing at dinner, he came no more.